Luyện nghe bài hát Blind Threats

Right, uh, uh same shit day, homie
Lord please forgive me for all my
Yeah, nigga wake up to the same shit everyday,
Walk the valley of the shadow of death
No rules,

Washing my sins off in hell's
Feel like the Bible me lies as I pray to 'em
Kneel down, put my faith in 'em, will you me?
But if God won't help me, this gun will, I I'm gon' find my way

Uh, corners, cat and mouse chase, got cheese to catch
High on on drug, I'm Space Cadet
Dreaming I don't up on the block no more
Trapping trying to make it out this
Life on the edge, hell a away
Pretty Snow White turned today
Selling base, no Dr. Dre
Uh, who in the building?
Bucket hat with a strap the pilgrim uh
down with some questions to address like
Why the who commit the worst sins live the best?
The 10 commandments, I can five checks
But I sense flaws, the Bible preaching threats
Streets held me down, got in a Pyrex
Faith in a four-five, I call it the
Sewer full of when the toilet digests from the cop raid
All can relate, from the streets to the from niggas to compadres
When the sun go down, I'm predictin' a heatwave, forecast your body
on, room full of homi's, I just pray that the Lord got me

Uh but if God don't me, this gun will, I swear I'm gon' find my way
Mic check, mic check, mic check, (La la, la la, la low, la la, la la low)
But if God won't help me, this gun will, I I'm gon' find my way

Aim that, shoot that, pledge
Kill mine, yours, make it even
Soul need saving, Mr.
I know I only come around when Easter
Funerals, Thanksgiving, Christmas
I'm in jail or when my card declined
Uh, will you me?
Take me out of Hell and make for me?
Misery company, ain't a surprise
It was just me and my niggas, we was trying to
But we would never it out alive
we living to die, oxymoron
Hope to get to 'til that day arrive
Running the ally, hope the bullet don't collide
Car window shattered, glass on my right
Dogs in the backyard, rootin' for me
Out of belly, courtesy of 40
Spoiled only child, boy Jody
Same jacket on from in the day
that the Lord come and take me away

Uh but if God don't help me, this gun will, I swear I'm find my way
Mic check, mic check, mic check, (La la, la la, la low, la la, la la low)
But if God won't help me, this gun will, I I'm gon' find my way

Ey yo tuna sandwiches bread, dry snaking
Black Lincoln, Mac, I clap a king-pin
Caught me in the gust that I was thinkin'
On how to stay rich and get with my acquaintances
Yeah, money is the issue, I you
It's no problem at all, yo, the on the pistol
I'm a suit case king
Cooling at the gambling spot with a screwed face
No wage bet, we winning, play it again, yo
Put the in your jaw, now say it again
Round knife, fork, under the tents, to rents
Get out the way or let the dispense
Revenge killers who make the events
This is realer, snatch you right up out of the Benz
The Wu wheelers who huddle up, coupes knows the
You know the woopty-woop, solo or group I kill